Dishwasher

He washes the dishes very fast and he sees his face very bright.
He doesn't count as an employee and always he thinks as the owner of the Restaurant.
This is the way to live happily.
Though you are not a Saint but act as a Saint.

* When he throws the left over to the trash he thinks of his brotherhood and their struggle for a breadcrumb.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!